Julie remaining just out of Thomass reach. Thomas cruciform, as per the agreement.

Not possible, said Thomas. Thank God for the pornographic comic book. Sit there and read it. Sit there with your back against that rock. Thank the Lord for what is given to you. Others have less. Here is a knapsack to place between your back and the rock. Here is a flashlight to read the pornographic comic book by. Edmund will bring your Ovaltine at ten. Count your blessings.

Julie smokes with one hand (second finger) moving up and down between her legs.

Thomas handed the Dead Father the pornographic comic book.

What? asked Julie. What, dear old man, dont you like?

Julie offers fingertips to Thomas, who licks.

Julie lights cigarette. Thomas remains in Position A. Julie smokes looking at Thomas.

The individuals passport is the property strictly speaking of the governing government and therefore should not be bent, even a little. A bent passport makes suspect the competence of the passport holder.

Julies breasts dipping this way and that, as she sucks.

The mansuetude that is to say mild gentleness of our care.

Thomas licks what there is to lick.

Julies hand moving up and down between her legs.

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Nothing, said Julie. Nothing you should concern yourself about, dear old soul.

That is one I like, he said, wiping his mouth with the sleeve of his golden robe.

Now now, he said, no outbursts. Read this. It will keep you occupied.

Julie prowling the edges.

Thomas remains in Position A, as per the agreement.

Julie back on her haunches with a hand between her legs.

Julie kisses inside of Thomass left leg.

I dont want to be kept occupied, said the Dead Father. Children are kept occupied. I want to participate!

In-and-out of Julies stomach muscles. Hand between legs, eyes closed.

Inexorable inapplicable in my case, said the Dead Father. Hopefully.

Thornas began singing, in a good voice.

Ten oclock.

Happiness of Thomas. Happiness of Julie.

The trees, said Julie, looks like rain.

Takes cabbage tree in hand. Use of cabbage tree as dildo.

Julie removes cigarette. Hand between legs.

The what?

Julie kneels astride Thomass right leg, and rubs. Again and again and again.

How much further?

Almost one, said Thomas.

Thomas scratches nose with left hand, violating the agreement.

Julie attends to Thomass gadso, which is at a 90 degree angle (roughly) to T九_九_藏_書homas.

That is one I like, said the Dead Father, I have always liked that one.

Thomas stares at breasts, straining and craning.

The Dead Father reached inside his cloak and produced a worn green passport.

Only a little bent, said the Dead Father.

Inspection of passport in which sundry creases were seeable.

Eleven oclock, then, she said, writing a note in her book. Under the trees?

Cockalorum standing almost straight up but a bit of wavering.

"Hopefully" cannot be used in that way, grammatically, said Thomas.

Julie stands and then squats. Presenting greens to Thomass cabbage tree.

Thomas staring at her hand, at her buttocks, stomach muscles.

Thomas raises head, takes cigarette between lips. Two puffs.

Julie turns arsy-versy all cockalorum-kissing.

Almost there, Thomas said. A days journey, perhaps. Twenty-four hours at most. Julie began to cry.

One of Julies legs in the air.

I knew an old person once who lost or misplaced his passport, said Thomas. Stopped by the border police, at a certain border, he could not find or locate his passport. There he was at the border station, frantic, digging through his suitcases, patting himself on the chest, turning out his pockets, and then back into the baggage. The amused toleranhｔｔps://ｒeａｄ•9９csw•coｍce of the border guards turning into impatience, others waiting behind him in line, assorted loafers and jeerers loafing and jeering. Not to mention members of his own party nervously drumming fingertips on every available surface. The entire group was forced to turn back and return to point of origin, all because this old coot had thought himself able to take care of his own passport.

Thomas staring at Julies hand.

Slight movement of Julies stomach.

Ive always been very careful with my passport.

Thomas staring at Julies face.

Thomas stopped singing.

I am surrounded by creepy murderous pedants! the Dead Father shouted. Unbearable!

Oh no, said Thomas. Not senile. Not for a moment. I just thought it might be better if I took care of your passport. We are crossing frontiers and all that. Let me have your passport.

Thomas remains in Position A. One of Julies legs waving in the air.

You are killing me.

She looked in her book.

Movement of Julies buttocks, to the right, to the left, and so on.

And so on and so on and so on and so on.

I think I can make eleven oclock. Let me look in my book.

But I should have everything! Me! I! Myself! I am the Father! Mine! Always was and always will be! From whom all blessings flow! To whom all blehttps://read.99csw.comssings flow! Forever and ever and ever and ever! Amen! Beatissime Pater!

Under the stars, said Thomas.

You are safe, dear old man, you are safe, temporarily, in the mansuetude of our care, Julie said.

Thank you, said Thomas. You see? Its bent.

Ghastly look of the Dead Father.

Julie sucks.

The Dead Father stopped chewing the earth.

Thomas watching Julies hand (neck craned to see).

Various movements on Thomass part -- lurches, mostly.

Various movements on Thomass part. Trying to see. Julie smokes. Offers cigarette to Thomas.

Nine oclock?

Julie smokes looking at Thomas.

What time is it? asked Julie.

Thomas remains in Position A.

Are you suggesting Im becoming senile?

Very kind of you but not necessary.

Or the hedge, said Julie. Wet and dripping. Mulchy.

The Dead Father flang himself to the ground.

What are you arranging? asked the Dead Father. Could it be an assignation?

Thomas watching Julies hand.

Thomas makes sucking sounds.

Pleasure of Thomas. Movement of Thomass hips.

Julie attends to Thomass bag-of-tricks for a long time.

He is chewing the earth again, Julie observed. One would think he would tire of it.

We? Not we. Not in any sense we. Processes are killing you, not we. Inexorable processes.

A short aria of three notes.

Thomas rehttps://read.99csw.commains in Position A, so as not to violate the agreement.

I have to have bed check for the men at ten oclock. What about eleven oclock?

Why? asked the Dead Father.

Thomass mowdiwort at 90 degree angle (roughly) to Thomas.

No, said the Dead Father. I will not.

Glistening in the hair between Julies legs.

Julie kisses Thomas on the mouth.

Julie stands and moves second finger between legs, gazing at Thomas.

Especially older people who are sometimes vague or forgetful, a concomitant of advancing age.

The trees. The stars. Each tree behaving well, each star behaving well. Perfume of nightscent.

Julie kissing underside of Thomass dipstick.

Many people lose or carelessly misplace their passports, Thomas said. Ill take care of it for you.

Julie lies on one elbow twelve inches from Thomas and sips a whiskey. Hand between her legs.

Ill take care of it for you.

If no rain, then the stars, said Thomas. If rain, then the trees.

A lost or misplaced passport is a very serious matter. Many people are extremely careless with their passports especially older people.

Thomas lying on his back, cruciform.

Thomas remains in Position A.

Julie licks.

I can take care of my own passport.

By the way, he said, let me have your passport.

I dont like this, said the Dead Father.